God, aren't clubs the worst? They're filled with the most generic people, all of whom are either screaming the lyrics to Baby Got Back or sobbing in the bathroom. I swear, when you're waiting for a stall you hear "I thought he liked me!" more than "Do you know what time it is?" I think I went to one club last year and this year I'm aiming for zero.
So these are my words of wisdom from this New Year's Eve: 1) Stay in, but invite your friends over. Just good friends, so you don't have to maintain a party. I could've worn my pjs and none of them would have cared. In fact, I think they're surprised when I don't, 2) Be careful if you're using Grey Goose to make your New Signature Cocktail, because that stuff goes down ridiculously easy which means no one can taste the alcohol and you'll end up accidentally obliterating a couple of your friends, and 3) If you're making a New Signature Cocktail that No One Can Taste the Alcohol In, make a pitcher ahead of time. Because if you're an inefficient bartender like I am, it takes you ten minutes to make each drink, and by the time you're finished with the last one, the first person is ready for another and it's an endless cycle of mindfuckery.
Earlier today I was talking to a guy I hope to start
Oh, weekend update, I forgot: Friday night I babysat for Dorie's kiddos, Saturday night I was a wingwoman (I took one for the team so Mardi could live the dream, but it was no biggie; the guy's friend was perfectly nice and my girl has wingwomaned for me before), and Sunday was the aforementioned good time. And by the way, start checking out my dating blog again. I have a few new stories.
Happy new year, kids! Here's hoping it's your best one yet.